The Regular
Regulars don’t order. Regulars are expected.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Regulars don’t order. Regulars are expected.
It sat there in that row of cars like a hole in the light.
Don’t be childish, little bright thing. I can make this so much worse.
I check the Fire Finder. Bearings don’t lie.
The handwriting was not hers.
There’s always a jar you shake too hard with people like you.
The bride and groom won’t be needing it.
The good kind of quick, if there’s a good kind.
The grain of the wood traced the scar exactly.
I choose them both.
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.